19. Zena

I can’t believe after throwing everything back in his face I’m back here. In his arms, on his huge thighs. How long has he sat and guarded me sleeping?

I woke up to find him sitting near to me. I realised I was tucked into a black sleeping bag, safe and warm. Poor Briss must have been in agony looking at the twisted way he’d had to bend his legs to sit down against the bed.

It was like a sensory overload. He made me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t go out of my head as our passion crested. I was in the room, adoring his touch, his body and I realised with a thud I was in love. Painfully in love.

Then when I thought he was going to be like all the rest and just slam me against the wall like every other guy does he was tender and sweet. It was too much, so I blew it up.

But waking up, feeling like myself again I found myself staring at him. He was asleep, barely, nodding up and down as if fighting it. His black tufty hair swaying across his forehead. Those perfect